May not be any audioposts for a few days. Came down with something over the weekend and my throat feels like my elbows and knees did after I wiped out on my bicycle on a patch of gravel when I was 11. And as for talking, when I ain't sounding like a Yamaha dirt bike with engine problems I'm sounding like my voice is changing again. Maybe it is. You can call me Squeaky.
To Che Guevara
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To Che Guevara(A translation of a Julio Cortázar poem) We never metbut it
didn’t matter.I had a brotherwho went into the hillswhile I slept.I loved
him in ...
2 weeks ago
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